Cycle 2 Day 8
You know those days that feel like overwhelming victories because they went fine rather than catastrophic? I'd file today with those days.
The news is generally good. Mt. Sinai has similar procedures as Royal Victoria does. My case will be presented to the surgical oncology team, who will decide if and when surgery may take place. Typically there are two rounds of chemo (each of six two week blocks, for six months total) before you become a candidate for the surgery.
The garden is starting to look spoopy (also today's hospital fashion)
Somehow I forgot to get one with a hospital sign, but here I am, terrified out of my mind waiting jn a hospital room in a strange city.
Balm Beach after dark
Balm Beach after dark redux
Cycle 2, Day 7
Tomorrow I meet the second oncology team. I cannot possibly express how anxious I am. If I am accepted for surgery (which i won't find out tomorrow) and if it goes exceedingly well, I could be free and have an almost normal life. But that's a lot of ifs. And I'm terrified that I'm not going to be a good candidate. And everything that entails. But I'm trying to stay hopeful, and if absolutely nothing else I'll know a lot more tomorrow by this time.
(What I don't need or want is any false assurances right now. I don't need to be told to stay positive, my moods are stable and toxic positivity is as dangerous as negativity. The best way to show support for me over the next day is with photos of adorable or delightful things and creatures. Please respect my wishes in this, but also please don't come down on anyone who doesn't see all this right away or interprets it differently. I'm an adult and I'll engage as I feel the need to. I love you all)
Bessie didn't care for my new selfie stick
Autumn is the dunes of Wasaga is something else
More dunes
I found a quiet spot for a quick sit down
From the comments
James Petrosky: I edited the one photo I said I wasn't going to and now I really like it so I'll just shove it here
